bandaid
You know I've spent a good few years, just thinking
Drinking about you
My head is filled with souvenirs, I'm limping
Beginning to undo
The pieces of me
Strung together free, the new me
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh oh
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh oh
I dream of you when I'm bleeding out, I'm veiny
I'm draining out and done
I wonder if there's a small amount in your heart
A part of you that loved
Or if i was just, another stain that made
A decent bandaid
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh, oh
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh, oh
I know it wasn't the same for you, the singing
The ringing in my ears
I've done everything that I can do so I'm writing
Pining till I'm blue
The seasons change
Like us, like me
And thus, ending
Yeah Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh
Yeah Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh, oh
Yeah Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh
Yeah Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh, oh
Now there you are with a filled up arm with some pictures
Scriptures on your shelf
I always wished you would do no harm insanely
And mainly to yourself
But here we are, a stabbing lost crusade with no bandaids
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh, oh
Drinking about you
My head is filled with souvenirs, I'm limping
Beginning to undo
The pieces of me
Strung together free, the new me
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh oh
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh oh
I dream of you when I'm bleeding out, I'm veiny
I'm draining out and done
I wonder if there's a small amount in your heart
A part of you that loved
Or if i was just, another stain that made
A decent bandaid
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh, oh
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh, oh
I know it wasn't the same for you, the singing
The ringing in my ears
I've done everything that I can do so I'm writing
Pining till I'm blue
The seasons change
Like us, like me
And thus, ending
Yeah Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh
Yeah Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh, oh
Yeah Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh
Yeah Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh, oh
Now there you are with a filled up arm with some pictures
Scriptures on your shelf
I always wished you would do no harm insanely
And mainly to yourself
But here we are, a stabbing lost crusade with no bandaids
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh
Yeah, ayy-ayy, oh, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Simon Anthony Oscroft, Paris Michael K. Jackson
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